Demon Hunter and His Hut

he died? "

The awakened Gewei walked in front of Bedwell. It was hard for her to imagine that the Knight of the Round Table who was clamoring to kill everyone just now had turned into a corpse.

"Crack!"

After his death, Bedwell's body was twisted and shrunk into a ball, and then a little yellow light flashed on his head.

The light seemed to possess spirituality, and suddenly jumped into the air at an extremely fast speed, hitting Henryk straight.

"Be careful!"

Roger let out a low voice, his mind moved, and he thought of what Bedwell had just said.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Roger activated a rarely used seal.

【Arden】

Before he obtained the Seal of Arden, he learned the simple method of releasing the Arden circle in advance, but after leaving Bordeaux, he rarely encountered monsters of the spirit body.

This Dharma Seal Society has never had the opportunity to use it.

At this time, it was used on the flying ball of light, but it received a miraculous effect.

Roger deliberately controlled the casting range and formed a circle about three meters in diameter around him.

Purple light flashed from the ground, and within the range of the magic circle, an invisible wall seemed to form in the air.

No matter how hard the yellow ball of light tried, it couldn't break through the blockade of this area.

The first time they got Roger's reminder, the two of Henrique ducked back. At this time, seeing the ball of light rampant in the blockade area, Ge Wei's face showed a hint of curiosity.

"What is this?"

"Bedwell's soul?"

"Maybe." Roger wasn't quite sure either.

According to Bedwell, the so-called Knights of the Round Table were likely created by the Privy Council through special rituals.

From the current point of view, this ritual is difficult to replicate.

Each knight has its own specific inheritance, which guarantees long life and peak power by constantly shifting flesh.

However, there are obviously some hidden risks in this transfer.

Bedwell discovers the secret.

He hides himself through special means, disguising himself as a body replacement, but in fact secretly uses special methods to prolong the lifespan of the body and maintain its vitality.

His method must also have great drawbacks. Maintaining peak combat power may consume a lot of soul power, so most of the time, he will reduce the consumption of his body.

Putting this hidden location near the tomb of King Arthur, and he himself lived in seclusion around it, Bedwell has been careful for many years, and few people have died because of it.

Even if an extraordinary person accidentally enters this place, he is fully prepared.

If you can be killed in the fairy tale world, everyone will be happy, but even if the other party is lucky enough to escape, there will be no way to resist Bedwell's attack after leaving the castle.

He hibernated silently, but fell short at the last minute.

He may not deserve to die, or he may have saved many lives.

But the supernatural world is cruel.

There is no possibility here.

Roger is no longer an ordinary person who has just crossed into this world, maybe as Bedwell once said.

"This is fate."

The energy of the Aden Seal shrouded his hands, but it was not triggered. Roger reached out and touched the yellow ball of light that was crashing in the air.

He felt the energy passing from it.

The energy that belongs to Bedwell.

Burning.

"Unfortunately, the energy inside cannot be absorbed."

Roger could sense that if he absorbed the energy that belonged to Bedwell, then his own power, especially the control of flames, would definitely rise a lot again.

But in the same way, the imprisonment hidden in Bedwell's soul will also be transferred to his body.

It's too risky to do so.

He turned around and came to Bedwell's corpse, gathering the pieces of armor scattered on the ground together.

Pick up the broken side sword and find all the pieces. Then wrap the yellow ball of light with the fragments of the armor.

After doing all this, he lifted the influence of the law.

After all, this place is not suitable. He will find time to study when he returns to the Hunter's Lodge.

Roger did not throw his body into the lake according to Bedwell's wishes. He felt that the deep hole he had just helped Bedwell made was just right.

Move with Henrik to a boulder in the distance.

No one knew that one of the once famous Knights of the Round Table was so hastily buried.

Roger approached the boulder where the Sword of the Damned was inserted.

This weapon is indeed extremely powerful, but the backlash is also a headache.

Absorbing countless soul fragments, the dark energy of the Cursed Sword has begun to affect the surrounding environment.

The nearby grass was shriveled and devastated by the erosion of dark energy. With the passage of time, the scope of influence is gradually expanding.

The dark cloak ran all the way down Roger's shoulders, then formed a pair of gloves over his hands.

Roger reached out and held it on the hilt of the sword, dark energy poured into it, and the torn cloak quickly recovered under the invasion of dark energy.

Until the energy reached saturation, the energy shrouded in the Sword of Curse still made people secretly frightened.

"Too ostentatious."

Roger couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

Going out with this sword on his back at this time, he is afraid that he will be besieged in minutes.

There was no other way, he could only keep the cloak in the shape of a glove for a while, holding the cursed sword and scabbard it.

In addition to these immediate gains.

Roger stretched out his hand, and a silver page fell into his hand.

I don't know how Bedwell did it. This silver page has been completely transformed into a personal item by him.

Even completely different from the fairy tale world fragments that Roger had been exposed to before.

If this book page is handed over to the hunter's hut, then the soul energy contained in it does not know whether it can be absorbed by oneself again.

Now Bedwell is dead, and the fragments of the soul inside have become unowned.

In battle, this page will greatly enhance the endurance of the Sword of the Damned, and will also take Roger's strength to a new level in disguise.

The white and silver pages narrowed and curled slightly, wrapping around Roger's wrist, forming a silver bracelet about two fingers wide.

On the bracelet is drawn an ancient castle hidden in the white snow, with dark green energy looming above the ancient castle.

Roger brushed his fingers on the bracelet, and countless soul fragments flashed through his mind. Just a glimpse, the huge number was enough to make the scalp tingle.

10,000 such weak soul fragments are probably not worth the soul of an ordinary person, and all of Bedwell's time is probably used to collect these things.

He thought he was free, but isn't Glastonbury a slightly larger prison for Bedwell?

The freedom he thought seemed a little ridiculous at this time.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Go back to the wooden house by the lake, open the door, the room is as clean as new, but at this time it is just an ordinary wooden house.

The sun fades and darkness falls.

The crowd did not stay any longer and left here together.

After an unknown time, a figure appeared on the hillside, and a trace of doubt flashed on her face.

"Strange, such violent fluctuations..."

"Has Bedwell completed the inheritance ceremony?"

There was an extra silver cup in the woman's hand, she made a move, and the cup was filled with water.

"Bedwell, where have you been?"

In the next second, the figure disappeared, and the lake was silent again.